Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Second Night With You

Like Mas Ilham, I also believe that it is true: I am the answer of Istiqharah which was fulfilled by Mas Ilham. The answer to prayer and every pinta he offered every night. By Allah, I believe in that too. The greatness of God that he showed in real events. It shakes my heart how great is its power that outlines the way of life for each of its servants.

"Know, no, I've met Umi several times before I met you? Ask him more details about you. But what I get is not just information, but also the hope of a mother. So, other than for myself, I fought for the happiness of many parties. And my efforts in fighting for you weren't in vain, were they?"

Ah, Mas Ilham, his mouth is actively chattering, but his hands are no less active stroking the stomach and around my hips gently.

As for me, I gently grabbed up and put my finger into the dense curtain of black Mas Ilham's hair. Then, unable to endure it, I stuck my thumb pads along Mas Ilham's full lower lip. At that instant, Mas Ilham's eyes closed and he kissed my finger gently. "Nothing is in vain, my friend. You got my heart completely."

"I know," he whispered. Then he lowered his head and made me lie back on the bed. "Let's make love like a mentally ill person" said Mas Ilham right in front of my face. Instantly, my heart began to beat and a ferocious fundamental need rose up inside me as Mas Ilham placed his innocent body on my body.

Lips Mas Ilham perfect, warm and very sweet. He swept his lips back into my body, bit lightly, softly*, and rubbed my skin with a bewok on his jaw. My nose expands, inhaling the warm musk scent on the mighty man's body.

He's pampering me. With suppleness, Mas Ilham's sweet mouth came down covering me in a kiss rich by love. Her lips pressed lightly against my lips, warmly*my mouth. But, when I tried to deepen my kiss, opened my mouth underneath it and stroked the man's lower lip with my tongue, Mas Ilham pulled away instead.

Hmm.. Her phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Mas Ilham rolled to the side and stretched out next to his arm grabbing his phone at the head of the bed. "Call from Mas Muslim," he murmured, then he shifted the call option.

I shifted to the other elbow and looked down at Mas Ilham, hearing his voice talking on the phone while letting my palm down around the waist and up to the top of his body, pinning my fingers on the fine hairs that cover the chest of his field. I could feel, the heat of Mas Ilham's body and the overflowing power within him, and it made me shudder and tremble.

I know Mas Ilham felt it too. Under my touch he shuddered and trembled, and then he cleared his throat, his sweet and deep tormented voice. He could not stand it and immediately hung up the phone.

Feeling increasingly bold, I touched the spot on his chest, which instantly hardened and tensed under the tip of my finger. For a moment, I let my hands flirt and play around in disbelief, and then bravely found it with my mouth. As he had done to me, I took one into my mouth, wanting to know if it could satisfy him.

Thas right. "Aah, Zahra!" Mas Ilham.

Embarrassed, I lightly poked my tongue over his body, and the burly man's fingers gripped my shoulders, pressing into my skin. Back, the burly man dares*hungry, but I don't want to rush. I want to torture him. Just as he tortured me.

Yeah, it's my delusion, and I mean to have fun in it. After all, it's an opportunity to enjoy, to learn, and I intend to do both.

As if being pulled by an unstoppable force, my finger went down the gap between his legs. His passion rose between my fingers, bursting out from the cover of the pink, straight, strong, throbbing blanket.

"May I feel it?" many doubt.

"Oh, Lord," Mash Ilham whispered, one hand slipping down into my hair, gently cradling my head. "Darling, eummm, stop...."

But he didn't move to stop me. He keeps diran*, enjoying with passion.

I pulled it deep in the warmth of my mouth. To balance myself, I slipped one hand around her thigh.

Yeah, at first it felt awkward, then more sure, when the beat of the caress woke up. Still cradling the back of my head, Mas Ilham let his other hand grip my shoulder, his fingers tightening irregularly on my skin. "Oh my God, dear," he whispered, his words suffocating. His thighs tightened, his hips jerking forward urgently.

Suddenly, the fingers that had been gently cradling my head suddenly clenched in my scalp, pulling the ties of my hair.

"Stop, Ying...!" hoarse and rude, he whispered.

I looked up to see Mas Ilham's head jerked back, his mouth opening in a choked scream without a sound. In one quick demanding move, he lifted me up and grabbed me. Awfully, my leg got caught in the blanket. I staggered and fell face down on Mas Ilham's body.

And then, I don't remember exactly how, Mas Ilham dragged me down to the floor. Urgently and without speaking, his basic and merciless need, his impatience seemed real. With a manly growl, he stretched out my body with his fingers. Sensing his touch, I shuddered, opened up to him and looked at his wildly burning eyes.

Instinctively, I wrapped one leg around Mas Ilham's waist and pulled it down. Dan, crazy! He entered me in one loud jolt, violently thrusting himself inward, stacking his body on top of me with one hand. His arm and neck muscles tightened as he thrust himself into me like a possessed man.

Then, his eyes closed tightly. His head turned up, jerking repeatedly. "Ah, Zahraaaaa." his voice raucously pumped itself into me, pushing me backwards. I felt the tip of my head rub against the floor. The mighty man pushed himself madly at me, stomping until I screamed for favors. And finally, Mas Ilham pushed himself one last time, then collapsed drooping, trembling within me, also above my body.

Anxiously, I pressed my lips against the damp skin of Mas Ilham's neck and felt him gulping his saliva in suspense. "Oh, Honey. Are you okay?"

I stroked my palms soothingly on Mas Ilham's back. "I am okay. I really like your madness."

The small laughter of Mas Ilham was heard. He buried his face in my hair that was now strung wildly in disarray. "Sorry," heckled. "You're making me unable to control myself. It makes me addicted and feel like a lunatic."

Withholding laughter, I swept my lips at the bottom of his neck. "I think I'm flattered."

Clumsy, Mas Ilham lifted himself up and looked down at my face for a long time. "One more, please? I still have enough energy for you. You're still capable, right?"

Huh! Basic aaaaaan...!